Treasure Island

Edwin Tanguma

(1966 / CA)

A Snowball Is Heaven Sent


I opened the package carefully
And took two snowballs out
I had to lick the first one
Just to remove all doubt

Those things drive me crazy
In fact I go insane
Those pink and white chocolate snowballs
Simply scramble my brain

I lick them in the morning
I lick them late at night
I lick them in every conceivable way
Because they taste so right

If I could write about snowballs
I don’t know what I would say
When it comes to getting snowballs
I think I’d even pay

Shove a snowball in my mouth
And I will be content
Because as far as I’m concerned
A snowball is heaven sent

4/8/2014

Submitted: Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 09, 2014

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